Poetic Prose Of The Day- What Happened

What Happened

Fly, fly, fly cats talking like they’re the new and improved mack; trying to play us like hoes feeding us the superficial and wack. But they can’t lead us back; back to the days of prominence, self mastery and dominance amongst those on this planetary surface.

So what’s the purpose? What does it profit a man to gain these streets that are crack infested? Blocks upon blocks that have long been raped and molested and littered with stench and defeat. See, feeding you poison doesn’t make him lose his appetite as he sits down at his own table to eat.

Yo, but that’s the life of the neighborhood crack slinger, fake dream bringer ridin’ around town in the latest whip with his on his chest, wrist and finger. The same dude ya Moms use to give food to when he sat at your table. Now she’s hooked on it, getting treated like a trick while getting hit on, spit and shit on.

Crack sales and fully stocked prisons and jails have become our tradition or maybe just another unfortunate condition we can’t recover from. Is it me or am I the only who can see through all the bullshit trying to pull shit together but it’s hard because we aint moving forward we’re moving blackwards into the back woods where nobody wants anything and they’re still content.

I don’t know about you but that’s not how my life is meant to be spent. We aint never gonna get the 40 acres and the mule so if you’re still looking for it you’re a damn fool. We’re supposed to be first but we won’t get off our ass, then we got the nerve to complain about being last. How do you expect the change that’s gonna come to start if you don’t change the condition of your mind and heart?

Yo, we F’d up yall and hoods are like cancer and you know for that disease there is no cure or answer. It’s like we’re under some sort of curse of voodoo hex that has us in a state of perpetual nappin’. Maybe when we roll over during our slumber and see just how bad it is out there we get frustrated, turn back over in massive numbers and say the hell with this. Yeah, that's probably what happened.

Conscious Elements
Cipha Publishing © 2k5